Chapter 14

"That's Joanna to you, missy. I'm a cross-dressing sissy boi and I like it that way!" Joanna shocked us all with the sudden vehemence with which she embraced her new work persona.

"Wow ... Jon, I never would have guessed. I take it that you know that you're going to be defrocked. The Board isn't going to let you keep your ordination while living openly in sin," Monica continued.

"Oh, fuck you! Who died and made you Jesus, anyway? My pussy boi Joanna likes being a sissy, a pansy, a round-heeled slut boi. He enjoys it even more than I first thought. Just because you're a closet case doesn't mean that he has to be!" I confronted Monica directly now.

"Closet case? Me, no, I'm no dyke! I like men! I enjoy sex with men! There, I admitted what a slut I am, too. Happy! If you're going to throw stones, throw the right ones. I'm an adulteress, not a rug-munching lezzie!" Monica confessed to everyone's astonishment ... I had just set the trap, not thinking that she would actually fall into it.

"That's an ... interesting declaration from the Secretary-Treasurer to the Executive Board of the General Baptist Fellowship, ma'am. In full view of the patrons and staff, no less. I don't think that your secret will stay one for very long. Talk about not throwing stones, lady ... how many lovers? One? Two? Ten?" I pried just a bit, given how nosy and judgmental Monica had always been.

"Twenty ... eight?" Monica stammered out now, blushing in spite of her usually strident ways ... she was on the defensive now, and she knew that it would be rather tough to take the initiative back.

"Wow, even at my sluttiest, I've never done that many! I wonder if you have an STD or HIV? Does your husband know about your double life? I doubt that the Executive Board knows, since you'd be tossed out of your job on your rather hypocritical ass! I don't see you having much of a future in those circles anymore. I think that you're toast in the church polity, if nothing else. Not a great demand for harlots in the church," Lisa taunted her rather wickedly.

"Like you are any better? I've heard of you, slut! Does Dan know about your lovers?" Monica thought that she had something on someone at last.

"Honey, you're barking up the wrong tree, there! Lisa and I have an open marriage. We can have whomever we wish. We just don't hide it from each other. So, buy something or get out! There's the door!" I literally started to escort Monica out of the shop.

"Prove it, then!" Monica challenged me, much to my surprise.

"Prove what?" I asked her directly.

"Prove that you're in an open marriage. Fuck me. Grab me, bend me over that counter, and fuck me in full view of your wife and your staff!" Monica retorted angrily, trying to goad me as she didn't know what to make of my claim ... It had stung her that Lisa and I were open with each other.

"Just do it, please, honey. Shut the bitch up! She doesn't believe us? Let her see and feel it for herself!" Lisa encouraged me.

"Yeah, pound that bitch!" Huong Tran from the Vietnamese noodle house spoke up.

"Give it to her good, boss!" Holly prodded me.

"Ride her, man! Tear off a piece of that ass!" Shelly joined in.

"Fuck her into next week!" Joanna added her support.

With that, I angrily grabbed Monica by her slightly graying, page-boy haircut, yanked up her skirt (the board didn't approve of pantsuits or slacks), and started roughly entering her already soaked cunt from behind. Forget rubbers right then ... this was a heat of the moment grudge-fuck and I was going to teach her a lesson or two the hard way. I just kept shoving it deeper into her pussy with each stroke, but a funny thing happened right then. The more I used her admittedly enjoyable and slippery slit, the more she moan and sighed with her approaching orgasm! She bucked her hips, howled and moaned, and just kept cumming...

"You love it, don't you! You love having rough sex, don't you? You like having my husband's cock buried in your slutty cunt? You like how he is bottoming out inside you right now? He is, isn't he? He's going to cum soon, just as you have, and he's doing you bareback, so if you forgot your birth control, you might want to try the morning after pill. Otherwise, you could be tied to him by the creation of another life for the rest of your days!" Lisa really taunted Monica now as she yanked her hair, but that only made the latter cum even more.

Monica howled so loudly that half the block could hear her. Then she squeezed my cock, draining my balls again as spurt after spurt entered her unprotected pussy, dangerously near her cervix and womb. I looked at the mess that I left behind for a second before I pulled out of Monica's messy snatch and Lisa knelt to suck my cock straight from Monica's twat. When Joanna eagerly licked up my load from Monica directly, Mrs. Price yelped for a second as if in pain, but when she tried to back away, the church official closed her legs to hold her in place.

"Oh, fuck, who am I kidding? I'm a regular whore and we all know it! I can pretty much be had by any man who is aggressive with me. My husband's a gentleman ... but I never wanted that. I wanted a stud, a satyr, a dominant, angry guy like Dan ... Oh, God, Joanna, please ... just keep licking it! I take back every mean thing that I ever said about you and your kind! I'll do whatever you want, Dan, as long as you keep me and take me away from my boring marriage and life!" Monica now accepted her true nature ... in a public place of business, no less!

"Okay, then ... spread your legs for every man and woman here. No questions. No resistance. Let them all have you. My intuition tells me that none of us here are destined to be infected, as it happens. Something in me lets me know things that are very hard to explain, just as I seem to be rather capable of getting hard again in a hurry, despite the lack of potency pills. Something told me that I wouldn't need them after all. Now, offer your holes ... all of them, to everyone here!" I commanded Monica, who promptly began to pull a train, taking on every patron that she could find.

This was the scene that Amber discovered as she showed up at my shop, and while she raised one eyebrow, she also broke easily into laughter. Grabbing my face to kiss me, again in public, she gave me enough tongue to leave a clear impression. My blonde sister-in-law then unzipped my pants and inhaled plenty of my cock, licking greedily for several minutes as she tasted Monica's juices on my prick. Kissing me again, Amber hiked up her own skirt and welcomed me into her cunt without any real resistance or need for foreplay ... it was rather wet, of course ... w et and sticky. I was getting sloppy seconds, possibly from David, and it only made me harder.

Still, it took a good while for the blood to completely return to my cock, as I came four times already in one day, so I gradually picked up the pace as my now quite erect rod rammed Amber from behind as well. Her slippery wet cunt engulfed me with its sloppy, creamy caress, taking me deeper with each and every thrust inside her. When I accidentally grabbed some of her golden locks of hair, the ones that earned her that splendid name of hers, Amber began to let a squeal of absolute joy and excitement, not to mention bucking even harder now with her hips. When I slapped her buns just a little in response to that initial feedback, David's wife went completely wild and for a moment I feared that my dick might break off or something, she pushed back with such force.

"Oh, Master ... oh, God ... fuck meeee! Fuck me with the same cock that fucked David's ass this morning and Mom's pussy last night! Spank me ... grab my hair! Please, just fucking take me!" Amber pleaded for it to get even rougher, and finally, she collapsed, right as my fifth load of the day escaped my balls into her sweet cunt.

"Wow, you're ... something else, sister-in-law!" I said as I pulled out of her slick hole.

"What if I told you that I found out that I'm fertile today? It's true ... I keep thinking of you and David both inside me, planting your seed and giving me twins. Matt and I are twins, after all. It runs in the family. Carl and Caitlyn ... Matt and me. On the female side. That's why I especially craved a chance to fuck both of you today. I wanted you two to breed me, and now you have," Amber announced in hearing range of others, but they were mostly so busy fucking Monica and Joanna that they didn't give a shit.

By now, it was already half-past one and Joanna had five loads in her to nine for Monica (counting mine). In Joanna's case, three loads were in her ass and two were in her mouth, while Monica took two in the ass, four in the pussy, and three in the mouth. Both ladies walked very funny indeed after that, but both now showed clear signs that they were happy and willing to own their sluthood at last. They were a mess, and indeed Lisa took Joanna back to the bathroom to help her freshen up, while Monica did the same unassisted soon after that.

"Who volunteers to mind the store during lunch? For that matter, who volunteers to get the lunch orders? Any takers?" I asked, curious to see what would happen.

"I'll get the orders. My turn!" Holly proposed, to which I nodded in agreement.

"Shelly, you want to train Lisa, Monica, and Joanna on whatever else they need to know? Monica is going to work here now, aren't you, slut? Just like Lisa and Joanna, that is. We're now fully staffed for a change. Amber, what about you?" I asked them, to which Amber replied with a last tongue kiss and a wave as she left to get the lunch order for Kimble Realty ... she was a gopher today, too, but a very happy one, given that one of her tasks was to fuck me.

We each placed our orders and contributed whatever shares we could, though in Joanna's and Monica's case, this included tips left by customers and payment for the purchase of their panties ... yes, the panties were sold to customers, a nice little side business. Hey, if it worked for that lady in the women's prison, why not for the ladies of our growing family or tribe? Meanwhile, it was back to work for all of us ... despite the nice sex break, we still had a shop to run, after all. That was true even with Arlen Moore's recent generosity toward us. It never hurt to keep our financial independence, after all.

Besides, I still needed to recover from the five loads of cum I had already spent that morning ... even with a fatty brunch, I had burned plenty of calories that day. I wanted to get fucked, sure, but not to death!